There have never been gods and devils,
But there were people who were turned
Into them by others and trapped in divine incarnations.

No act of spawning was my birth
There is no darkness after my dawn
I don't commander chthonian gods
That call for hatred, tears and pain

I just don't know why I have a pair of wings

You come to me and ask for help
You urge me to unleash my wrath
You cry and yell and bag and pray
You chant some words I don't understand

Is it 'cause I have a pair of wings?

The rites are drawn to celebrate
The fall that never happened
Over and over you kill the same god
Whose name I don't even know

Would you do the same
If I shed my pair of wings?

02. The One Made Of Dreams

Music by Peter WiwczarekLyrics by Pavel Frelik

Sometimes believing in some disembodied being can help find the way in the
world.
A being that constitutes an essence of what you profess and follow.
A being that exist only in your dreams and never falls prey to sestemic
arrangments of religions and philosophies.

I am the Left Hand of Darkness
I am the Right Hand of Light
I am the Lurker of the Twilight
I am the Mist of the Dawn

I am the Sadness of the Gods
I am the Radiance from the Sky
I am the Desert of the Real
I am the Knowledge and the Maze

As you are dreaming me up
I'm bringing freedom into your mind

I am the Lizard without the King
I am Fall without the Leap
I am the Power without the Might
I am the Wanderer without the Road

Protect your daemon, I said
Before the magic lamb shatters
Protect your deities, I said
Before I come to bring them down

03. Xeper

Music by Peter WiwczarekLyrics by Pavel Frelik

A scarab beetle which toils through its phases
From an egg through a larva to the protector of the dawning Sun
Out of the Unmanifest into the Matrix of Manifestation
One word which opens the gates to the worlds

Knowledge grants transformative power
There are as many left hand paths as there are us-stars
The extension of existence to a further level of Being
By powers of the Set that releases from thrall

I have come into being
I have come into being

Meaning can only come from the individual
In the moments of divine clairvoyance and intensification of Being
The utterance of the word which ripples through the fabric of the world
And gives insight and strength to those who want to become

I have come into being

A scarab beetle which toils through its phases
From an egg through a larva to the protector of the dawning Sun
Out of the Unmanifest into the Matrix of Manifestation
One word which opens the gates to realities

I have come into being

04. Litany

Music by Peter WiwczarekLyrics by Pavel Frelik

Hateful as it may be percieved, "Litany" can be different things for
different people.
Choose your own enemy and conquer your hatred. Love is the Law, Love under
Will.

Grinders spitting with fire
Attacking with power and speed
Cold crowling Death
Demons made of steel and flesh

06. The Calling

Music by Peter WiwczarekLyrics by Pavel Frelik

Thee I invoke, the Bornless one - hear my call
Thee, that didst create the Earth and the Heavens
Thee, that didst create the Night and the Day
Thee, that didst create the Darkness and the Light

This is the Lord of the Gods
Lord of my Call

Thee I invoke, the Terrible and Invisible God
Who dwellest in the Void Place of the Spirit.
Thee I invoke, the Begetter and Manifester unto the Light
Whose mouth ever flameth and spiteth - hear me call

This is the Lord of the Gods
This is the Lord of the Universe
This is He Whom the Winds fear
Lord of my Call

Hear My Call
Make all Daemons and Sprits subject unto Me
Of the Firmament and of the Ether
Upon the Earth and under the Earth
On dry Land and in the Water
Of Whirling Air and the rushing Fire
Make every Spell and Scourge of god obedient unto Me

07. North

Music by Peter WiwczarekLyrics by Pavel Frelik

I cut myself and still hurt
Grey pain still reminds
There is no Kingdom, Power, Glory
For those who freeze their lives behind

Following the wrong god I have been
Lusting for knowledge of the cold

North is closing down on me
At high noon and here

Fever, the northern lights of soul
Keeps driving thoughts to the pole
The fields of silence from my soul
Chilled neon blood in my mouth
The black clock makes tours of time
As I spend my days between the stations

North is closing down on me
At high noon and here
North is of heart and mind
My life frozen at zero

08. Forwards To Die!!!

Music & lyrics by Peter Wiwczarek

You run
You cry
You kill
You burn
You slay - destroy!
You throw the flames and bolts
Just Forwards! Forwards! Attack! Attack!

Attack!

Like Storm
Like Fire
Like Death
No Feeling
No mercy
No pain
Anger
Hate
Fury
Just Forwards! Forwards! To win or to die!

Attack!

Forwards! To win or to die!

09. A World Of Hurt

Music by Peter WiwczarekLyrics by Pavel Frelik

Every now and then we all visit a world of hurt
The only real difference is how long we have to and wish to stay there.

In the world of hurt
Nothing ever welcomes
Nothing ever opens
Nothing ever brightens
Nothing ever changes
No occult revival
No gods to be served
No light to be searched
No triumph of love and will
In the world of hurt

In the world of hurt
Everything is bitter
Everything is painful
Everything is stained
Everything's slow cold shock
I remain and suffer
I strive and fail
I shiver and moan
And keep telling myself this is not a world of hurt

In the world of hurt
We're all small and petty
We all crave for dreams
We all watch and lie
We're all blunt and lost
In the world of hurt
I remain and suffer
I strive and fail
I shiver and moan
And keep telling myself this is not a world of hurt
Not the world of hurt

10. The World Made Flesh

Music by Peter WiwczarekLyrics by Pavel Frelik

Most often a trap and a deception, a word can also be an act of creation
And the careful repetition may bring into being new modes of existence.

This is my litany
Against things small and dumb
And the gods of Stasis and Hubris
But for the Word that Makes
This is my word made flesh, my cry and rage
My endless speech that strives to create

This is my recitation
The stubborn logos that pulsates and grinds

Here is my repetition
Of insult, filth, fantasy and love
That calls into being the trigger
The transcendence that'll reveal itself out of the roar
This is my word made flesh, my cry and rage
My kingdom of words that always fail

This is my invocation
My statues carved from stone of silence
My secret whisper in the dark
Which I'll lay waste to with my tongue
My hieroglyphic prayer and chant
For all that is true and high and bright

11. The Final Massacre

Music by Peter WiwczarekLyrics by Pavel Wasilewski

Warriors with hate inflict destruction
Comes true the final prediction
Still alive corpses lie in the street
Spitting the blood to the god
Dying in flames damned mob
Screaming in pain: This can't be, oh god...
Maybe they will understand that he was never
But will be too late, so Die Forever!

Circling in the sky the demons now descends
To raise their slaughter of humans 'till its end
Final massacre of people on the Earth
Pain cracks their minds, everywhere is Death

False gods in their temples tremble with fear
They know the Death is now so near
Unearthly Armageddon burns with flames of doom
Poisoned seed flinged into the Virgins womb

Merciless angels fly over heads
There's no time for your imploring pleads
Commit suicides with horror in your eyes
Bleeding with scares pride world now dies...

Different Armageddon realises under our eyes
Death comes down when the time comes for the sunrise
Final massacre winds destroy the Earth
Impaled heads notify that winner is... The Death!